Scream my soul out of you
Your nails burn in my skin
Cold lust in your eyes
The sweetest game
Fear, to lose control
Under these touching hands
Again not touching the fire
that after the contact of these hands consumes itself
Intensity of the life sensed in me
bitter-sweet prison between two worlds
at the entrance of the paradise, a foot in the hell
lost in the pain and our condemned souls
In the air a mysterious fire
Witness of myself as a slave of this obsession
ready to leave my body over to survive
search doubting for the contact of your soul
A trembling in the smell of your skin behind me in the nape
playing with this insatiable demand for you
Perfectly driven into insanity
You pull at the chains, my fetter the desire
a groaning internal help scream in the quiet
to die in this intoxication under your body
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